Welcome to my first fanfiction. I thought I would try my hand at writing... I hope I do not disappoint. This story is rated M, for grown audiences only, as it contains mature language and scenes. The beginning is short and concise... written to build the tension. I swear I have more written :) Please review so I know there is someone out there reading xo
Epilogue
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December 12th 2007
When the moon overcame the sun, the sky reigned starless.
Clary pulled her black polyester coat tightly around her, her arms slightly shaking. It was nearly nine and the city - as usual during the winter - was bitter and freezing. Nonetheless, something else chilled the air this december night. However, Clary would not know what or who gave this darkness a nefarious essence until it was too late.
Her cell phone suddenly buzzed in the pocket of her navy saddle purse. Reluctantly taking her hand out of her coat pocket, she fished her phone out of the purse and peered down at the screen. She immediately regretted the action as the frigid air wrapped itself around her fingers.
Are you close?
Simon texted her. She rolled her eyes at his lack of patience and typed a quick response that she was just around the corner. Clary agreed only a few minutes ago to meet him at Taki's diner. She was on her way home when Simon had called in urgency. He said he needed to speak with her about a crucial issue he could not say over the phone. Exhaustion coated her physique from a day of training, but he was her best friend, no was not an answer.
She rounded the corner, spying the dark brick prison like exterior of the diner. At its sight, Clary quickened her pace as she desired to reach the warm and heated restaurant. However, at the sudden feeling of someone standing directly behind her, Clary halted and her red curls bounced off her shoulders. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she felt their warm breath dance off her neck. She froze in her tracks, suddenly paralyzed with trepidation as alarm and unease smothered her senses.
Mistake.
Just as the adrenaline began to course through her veins and the weeks of training started to kick in, it was too late. A muscular yet slim arm caught her waist, preventing Clary from facing her attacker. A cry rose up her throat, but another arm slapped her mouth shut. A strange drenched piece of cloth replaced his hand, quick enough that she did not have the opportunity to react. Her eyes widened in shock as she immediately recognized the tactic this… murder… kidnapper was utilizing.
Chloroform.
Clary swayed, her limbs suddenly losing all feeling. Her mind spun as she was unable to form a coherent thought. Black dots spotted her vision and then suddenly, the starless night washed over her like waves on a rocky shore. She fell forward, about to face plant into the pavement when her attacker caught her, pulling her against their chest. A part of her screamed to fight back but her eyes had already involuntarily fluttered closed.
The last thing she heard before the darkness enveloped her completely was a single word laced in a brittle whisper: mine.